“to a better year.”
this was me a year ago, at a New Year’s Eve party my friend and i hosted. in front of the lens of the photobooth, we danced, and wrote posters and celebrated the end. and the beginning.
my biggest desire: a better year.
so here i sit on the eve of the eve of the end of this year i hoped would be “better,” and have to admit that it was in so many ways. hard but good. stinking of death but robust with life. i entered this year a broken (and broke!) wreck, and am walking out of it at peace with my ever-healing mess.
this year saw a few different guys who laid claim to my heart, a devastating separation from a good friend, a bike accident, the long-anticipated Superbowl come and gone, goodbye to an old dream and hello to a new job, a sickness that made me afraid i might ultimately lose my father, yoga and 12-step groups, dating and falling in love, reconciliation and renewed friendship.
whew. that’s a mouthful.
still, with all this (and so much more), i sit in a state of slight disbelief that this year is nearly over. as remarkable as this year has been, it’s end is approaching with very little fanfare. i will rise tomorrow, and go to work, and check emails and eat lunch. and apart from spending the evening party hopping from one hopping party to another, it will look just like any other day.
i think this is why it’s been hard for me to reflect on the year. i’ve been trying, though without much effort, to think of what my new year should focus on, what is the burning desire i want to see fulfilled? what is my “to a better year” for 2013?
i still do not have a clear answer, but the word “contentment” floats lazily and peacefully to the surface. i cannot yet tell if this is my desire or where i find myself or if its something i should try to center on. but still, it sits on the edge of my mind and lingers, like the smell of lotion after a bath.
here are some other words that i’d like to focus on during this coming year:
whole and wholesome meals. for fun and for serious. even when i don’t want to. especially when i don’t want to.
patience. hospitality. yoga. learning to let go. grace for myself. sitting still. observance of the gifts of the seasons (rest and reflection in the winter, preparation and planting in the spring, growth and giant living in the summer, harvest and ending in the fall).
that place where my strengths and passions intersect. endurance. healing.
myself. my home. a garden. the yard. a peaceful space. those pesky finances.
victories, big and small. my 30th birthday!
myself. my sweet B. those around me. wildly. fully. in risky ways. all those quiet and subtle places only i am privy to. even when it’s hard.
so, here’s to 2013, and all the unknown wonders and experiences it has to offer!